This afternoon I was lying on my bed, in the same pajamas I’ve worn for three days now, baby Ember peacefully asleep on my chest, when I realized suddenly what I had to do. Right away. I lifted floppy Emmy and handed her to her mother, and descended immediately into the basement. In dark corners dwell scores of teetering boxes: camping gear, baby clothes, reels of quarter-inch audio tape, framed paintings, thirty years of tax […]
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